Most sacred fire, that burnest mightily / In liuing brests, ykindled first aboue, / Emongst th'eternall spheres and lamping sky […]!

It’s no stretch to posit that because human neurotransmitters respond to the platform’s iconic use of a certain shade of blue, and spark with dopamine upon receiving a “like” or “tag” notification, desperate children are now living in cages and a raving madman occupies the Oval Office. Not even Orwell, after a feast of psilocybin, could have predicted this dystopia.

He feigned that he had gone home at the appointed time.

[Alice:] Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day!